*screams at icon* Oh wait – Hey Max!
David’s an idiot, my quote on quote ‘friends’ hate me, and nothing matters anyway.
Why do you think your friends hate you, Max?
Why wouldn’t they? I’m a terrible person but I don’t care enough to try to fix it.
Have they said that they hated you? Why are they your friends if they hate you, Max?
I don’t know. But I think they hate me.
Do they act like it? Have they done anything that tells you they do?
I’m just an easy person to hate.
No – you’re an easy person to misunderstand. But you’re evading my question. What actual evidence tells you your friends dislike you?
T-they just…they’re hanging around a lot less lately. I know I’m probably clingy and stupid, but…*he trailed off*
You’re not stupid, Max. It’s okay to be clingy, but… why have you been clingy, Max?
B-because…my friends hang out with me less and I’m all pissed off about it. I probably deserve it anyway.
No, Max – don’t say that. You don’t deserve to feel awful like this. Do you know if anything happened to change how they act?
I’m just a generally terrible person.
No, Max, you’re not. You’re talking to me calmly after I asked you to.
I am. I’m horrible to everyone. I don’t know how to be anything else…
It’s a defense, because clearly you’re scared and sad. And you do know how to be not-horrible.
*max’s defenses go up* I-it is not a defense! I’m not scared or sad! You don’t know what you’re talking about!
*frowns at Max* You just got defensive.
I did not! I’m fine!
You’re yelling again.
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